breaking forth the moods of summer grass 

wet summer morning the morning side of the house 

 beyond the glasshouse yellow light

 clown totem a wheel that never stops 

 becoming a level 60 wizard the level 59 wizard

 a helicopter shot of a helicopter filming a helicopter

 a perfect sunset not thinking about my genitals 

 the nurse's silhouette 9 sharks 

 reaching for the lice the lion as a young farmhouse

 father’s last words: don’t buy towels with faces on them

 

ah, to smoke a cigar to Vivaldi’s Magnifcat (RV 610) and drop the ashes

 

tossed into a crayon stream live frogs  

 clawing at a trapdoor words from pungent glands

 

 teeth bared quiet sometimes

 

 half of the toast limbo

 

 behind curtains what to think of bulbous swaying

 

 city council just pulling  weeds 

 lined up for a drink the tyranny of cupped hands 

 

 crunchy soles how much farther behind pitted clods of sky

 

an ant candied in birch sap in my hand soap bubbles

 

 a heartbeat scored equals a flushed plea

 body matters for mannequins chopped off heads 

 thanking Norway for the wind

 the responsibility of language you google how to preserve sweet potato 

 ways of displaying rocks under a blanket

 the tobacco edge of immaculate births

 after bee teeth John Lithgow grows bleach

 sapphire the land rejects you 

 mood ring are you sure the back of your head exists?

 and then he puts a dress on and makes a cabbage